Dedicated to David & Lisa and the children of the Red Sands School
Dine Bikeya North of Winslow Grandsons, granddaughters Of the Navajo
They’ve known such heartache More than they can tell They’ve got whiskey and uranium Poisoning old wells And blood still oozes From wounds of war Here their roots run deep In this red dirt oar This red dirt oar
Desert flowers In the red sands bloom Desert flowers In the red sands bloom In defiance of scorching suns And prophets of doom Desert flowers Still bloom
Charlotte’s Facilia Death Valley sage They will survive the frigid nights The wicked heat of day With Golden Eagles And White-winged Doves They rise towards heaven Forever loved Forever loved
Desert flowers In the red sands bloom Desert flowers In the red sands bloom In defiance of scorching suns And prophets of doom Desert flowers Still bloom
We came to pour cool water Over their garden bed We came to save them They saved us instead
Ayoo Ada Ahoni (They are loved) Ayoo Ada Ahoni (They are loved)
Beautiful faces Innocent yet wise We saw hope and God’s glory In the children’s eyes In those children’s eyes
Desert flowers In the red sands bloom Desert flowers In the red sands bloom In defiance of scorching suns And prophets of doom Desert flowers Still bloom…